| Hey, my friend
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| I know you’re keeping a lot of secrets
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| We’ve got some things to talk about
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| What I see in you, I see in myself
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| What’s that you’re thinking about?
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| Anything I should know by now?
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| Something that I should see for myself
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| And I believe in you, more than anyone else
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| Oh, I won’t call your bluff
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| Oh, I won’t give away the things I know
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| If you would slip under, I’d never let you go
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| In chains you came at war with the devil that lives in your head
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| I know what it is to hate yourself
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| I know how it feels to want to be someone else
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| All of the things you say
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| Swallow the hurt, it is your poison
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| The days are short and they move too fast
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| The things that you tell me, I tell myself
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| Oh, I won’t call your bluff
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| Oh, I won’t give away the things I know
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| If you would slip under, I’d never let you go
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| When you feel like giving up
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| When every day weighs heavy on your soul
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| If you would slip under, I’d never let you go
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| I watched you cry for help, reach out your hand
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| And then turn your back around
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| Everything I see in you, I see in myself
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| Hey, my friend
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| I know that you’ve got some troubles ahead
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| The road looks straight but it starts winding
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| And you’re just there spinning along with it |